I’m collecting emptiness
Fill the gaps with it
Just like the rest
Want things I don’t need
Pile them up
Going places I’ve seen before
There must be more
But I stand in line to see the view
I forgot the name
And the sound
Of the simple things
That made me spin around
I don’t really go that far
Just as far as I can see
No time for stories
Headlines will do
Will I ever have enough?
What is it I really need?
Could it be love?
Where did I put it?
Where did it go?
I forgot the name
And the sound
Of the simple things
That made me spin around
I forgot the name
And the sound
Of the simple things
That make me spin around
I don’t want to hum — I want to sing
I don’t want to eat — I want to taste
I don’t want to smile — I want to laugh
I don’t want to whisper — I want to shout
I don’t want to walk — I want to run
I don’t want to listen — I want to hear you say my name
I forgot the sound
Of you saying it
I forgot it
I forgot it
I forgot it
How you used to make me spin around… around… around